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Because I care, I tell myself. Because I get involved, I repeat. Because any single action counts, I lie.

I can remember only one thing. I want to be bigger. I want to be better. I want - people -, to need me.

if I can't change the world," he told her, "I will change the way people look at it.

If I had even the slightest idea of how this day would turn out, that I'd be ending up all roughed up and dead, totally, stupidly lifeless, I probably wouldn't be here right now. I say probably, because to be honest, is not like it's a party all day long. Life, I mean. In public places, I think that's when my anxiety and the worst part of my brain take over. Agoraphobia, a doctor told me. The fear of open spaces. I said no, that's not right. Nomophobia, the doctor said. The fear of being without a cellphone. Really? I asked him, is that even a thing? General panic disorder, and he started to write a prescription. That was the last time I went to visit a doc. You see, it's not me.

I tell Ceri, this is most likely when I developed an utter love of literature. The Adventures of Tom Sayer. David Copperfield. The Little Prince. Then Cervantes. Balzac. Nabokov. Capote. Some of Miller – but my folks found out and said I was too young for that. I tell Ceri, most likely this is when I developed my inner fears. But that would be an oversimplification. Some-times he used to come around when my mum wasn't there, and Dad was always tired and angry cause he couldn't find a job. And when they had done drinking and Dad was resting, sometimes he would come to my room and we'd read together. He would pull me out of my bed, put me on his knees and hold me tight and read Verne or Rimbaud or Carroll. In candlelight, we would read Dickens and Doyle. Salinger as well. I tell Ceri, this is most likely when my brain started to repress memories and wounds. Then one day they had an argument, Mum was crying a lot that day and at one point came to my room and hugged me till night. We moved out of there shortly after, we moved to a smaller house and I never saw him again. The first time I meet her, I tell Ceri this is just another story now. No need to worry about anything, really. I tell her, I don't even read Rimbaud or Cervantes anymore, you know.

Somewhere along the way, I forgot why I'm doing this. I want to be bigger. I want to be better. I want to need no one

You see, we live only once. “And we die, only once,” he tells me. “I wanted to avoid both.